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Pull up to the scene, all the bitches like waddamYou that nigga from the Lambo, you get downI heard about your service, don't fuck with clownsAnd if a nigga think us, we get blamThem 300 boys don't fuck aroundWe be on that block, we chop you downServe them fiends anything nowAnything go for cheap nowIt's a job but it ain't sweet nowDon't try to play us, you get manned down

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Out of town trips, got me feeling like the mayorTen bands in my pants just because I canNo feeding these bitches money, man, I just give 'em gramsJust swapped my pull up for a brick and smacked it on a chainNiggaz talking drugs but they ain't sold a thingI still keep it on me, man, it ain't shit changedBitches ain't shit, they just wanna be savedThese bitches ain't shit, they just wanna be savedIn the trap, serving junkies, steady cal huntingI break the word down then I give it to my cousinFirst of the month, man, you know my trap jumpingIf you ain't got no work, man, you better sell something

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